I just got home from grocery shopping, and let me tell you:
I….AM….POOPED!
When did this become so exhausting?
I’ll tell you when…..WHEN WE MOVED TO NEW YORK CITY!
Everything about grocery shopping was fun to me before we lived here. Call me odd, but I love to shop – even if it’s for food. I love the cabinets and refrigerator after they are all stocked up and when I have more than 2 options on what to make for dinner. I love jumping up from my throne when I’m craving some chocolate – and actually HAVING it…
But ever since I’ve lived here, grocery shopping has become torture. Let me walk you guys through my routine of grocery shopping.
First, I have to break the news to my youngest, Little Miss Sugar, who to my surprise- loathes shopping. With myself, and my oldest who would rather shop then breathe- it was a bit disturbing to hear such news. Daddy, on the other hand is pretty pumped about having one of us on his side.
After much hassle and a bribe or two – we head out the door and climb into the car. This is my “Pep Talk” with Little Miss Sugar. The talk that reminds her that she’d better behave if she knows what’s good for her. After she agrees, and I apply my lipgloss – (You never know when You’ll run into someone you know) we go into the store and fight over where she sits. In the front of the cart, or the back. Most times I give in, and she sits in the back, crushing my bag of Lay’s that I will later devour in one day.
The time comes when the cart is full, and everything on the list is checked off. By this time my arms hurt from pushing the cart, and my mind hurts from watching Little Miss Spice walk away from me 20 different times. <—-Yes, she got out of the cart after lots of begging.
I’m at the counter and I just want to fall asleep. Of course, they make sure that all the Easter candy is on display – and within arms reach for the little people. Little Miss Spice begs, and begs. and begs. But I don’t give in. I feel proud for about 2 minutes, until I see all the candy she secretly tossed in the cart. That little…….
Oh well, I’ll just put it back, next to the OK Magazine with Brad and Angelina on the cover. Wow, she’s really pretty…
I pay the $238, and become frustrated when I find out they are all out of plastic- and are giving me all paper. Be quiet, tree huggers!
The bagging guy helps me put it all in the trunk, I pay him, and we’re on our way….“Well I guess it wasnt that bad”, I think to myself.
Then I turn the corner only to see that there is no parking in front of my apartment. “Breathe… “ I tell myself. I double park, walk Little Miss Sugar inside, give her a juice and some marshmallows and carry the groceries inside – two at a time since I have PAPER BAGS!!!!
After all 11 bags are inside, and my legs hate me, I get Little Miss Spice, go to the car and find parking. I walk a block and a half home, I fall to the sofa and try to forget the best part :
Putting them all away.
Do you have a hard time grocery shopping where you live?
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I’m with Sugar. I hate shopping. I feel like I should, but I don’t like it. Hubby does the grocery shopping (and most other shopping) around here. He actually really is better than I am because he makes sure to know the good deals. Anyhow, I can’t imagine grocery shopping in the city. I’m so glad to be in the suburbs now. I’m not a tree-hugger by any means, and we usually end up with the plastics, but those grocery totes are really useful. They hold more stuff in there, and you can carry it on your shoulders. Well, I think it’s easier anyway. =p I saw one lady pissed as heck at the store one time, and her kids were by no means out-of-line. She was just mad about something else but took it out on the kids, so she just took her kids and just left her groceries in the line. Grocery shopping can do that to you. We usually opt for shopping Lucky rather than Safeway even though sometimes Safeway’s stuff is “nicer” because Safeway is way way too crowded. People are standing in your way down the aisle because they’re chatting about the Little League game last week, etc etc etc. Anyhow, it’s hubby and big girl’s thing to do, just the 2 of them. =p And those little ones always end up out of the cart, don’t they?
March 4th, 2010 at 3:08 pm
